Octavia and Murphy
Octavia sighed. She glanced at Murphy, but then refocused her gaze over his head. She'd thought beating him down would have helped her deal with her pain. But he was a poor substitute when it was her brother she wanted to assault, when it was that bastard Pike she wanted to kill.
"You're moving better," she said. Because he was on the floor. That had to be a good sign, because she'd seen him get down there on his own. It wasn't like he'd fallen and now couldn't get up.
No, he chose to sit on the floor with the baby. He wasn't entirely the heartless badass he wanted the world to think he was.